My wife and I had a fight, and she went to my parents, and two months later a completely different person came back to me.

The life of a believer It is associated with various dogmas and religious principles. We, ordinary modern people, do not know this, but this is the truth. If an ordinary person, passing near the church, can, except that, cross himself or go to light a candle, then everything is much more serious for believers. Holy holidays are not just an excuse to get together and have a good time, no. This is another reason to praise God. Preferably in the most modest and restrained way.



Peels weekdays for us are just a job or a home routine. For believers it is a constant work both physically and spiritually. You can’t relax for a second, especially inside yourself. Bad or sinful thoughts lead to the same impulses. So they need to be driven away from themselves with special zeal and perseverance. A simple, non-religious person does not even know how it is to be constantly in some kind of tension, even before going to bed or after waking up. Religious people have a natural rhythm.

I was married relatively late in life. My colleagues and friends at this age already had small children and strong families. But I always thought it was too early, I wanted to take a longer walk. The bachelor lifestyle was interrupted after I met her, Yaroslava. Beautiful, intelligent, beautiful girl with whom it was so easy and cozy. We had hundreds of topics to talk about, shared hobbies and dreams. The sin was to pass by and I certainly gave her a ring.

Then there was a fancy wedding. I did not spare money, so we did not hear any complaints from relatives or friends. Celebration, snacks, atmosphere - all at the highest level. Then we left for a couple of weeks to rest, and exactly nine months later a daughter, Svetlana, was born.



I confess that I was a little afraid that life and routine will destroy romantic dreams and we will turn into one of those couples who grind their teeth at each other when they come to visit. But no, even in that regard, we were satisfied. We wanted to have another child, travel more with the whole family and be in a constant romantic tone. Those were the brightest, sunniest times of my life. But...

There's always this "but." At such moments, it is customary to complain about something or someone, presenting yourself as an innocent victim. Unfortunately, the victim was Yaroslava, because it was not her, and I cheated on her. It happened only once, I somehow relaxed, remembered my former youth, and that girl was so mutilated by me. I went to the left and my wife found out. Period.



Peels Big Mistake First, of course, I wanted to talk. He sincerely repented and begged me to forgive him. I swear it was the first and last time. I made a mistake, and I'll do anything to make sure it doesn't happen again. But my appeals were not heard or were, but the reaction was completely unexpected. Yara took her daughter and went to her parents in the village. For two long months, I could only occasionally talk to her or the child on the phone. Until they finally come back.

The man who appeared on my doorstep was no longer my wife. It was another woman. Wrapped from head to toe, in a dimensionless skirt, with dirty, bundled hair. With a kind of madness in his eyes and a quiet, creaky voice. No, it was still the same Yaroslav, but inside something has changed. And then, when we talked alone, I realized that she had become very devout. You could say frightening.

Every two sentences she glorified God. I crossed myself on occasion and without. I remember the church and the father. And how dark, sinful people we are, and how horrible our lives used to be. If I want to be with her, everything needs to change. My daughter is sent to the local church school, although she is still very small, and I have to give up most of the "worldly" pleasures. No bad habits, stop chatting with friends in the bar and then on the list.



I remember for sure that her parents at our wedding were constantly baptized and wept, but then I decided that this is a common thing for villagers. My daughter has never seen anything like this. And it turns out they have a whole family like this, religious. At the same time, I myself am not a Satanist, I even went to church once on Easter, I shook the testicles. But in order to get into all this stuff, I'm sorry. Who knew that my beloved wife would return from her native land almost virgin?

We decided to try. I did not want to lose my family, and Yaroslava, perhaps, especially. So now our way of life has undergone quite dramatic changes. Every day I hear from my wife several times how ungodly I am. It got to the point where we spent about an hour arguing about why I needed shorts in the wardrobe. It turns out to be unworthy clothes for me. Although I never understood why. Apparently, the sight of naked male legs brings on me some additional sins beyond what I already have.



By the way, most of his belongings Yaroslav also removed. Beautiful dresses, blouses and my favorite underwear, everything went straight to the trash. She packed everything in boxes and gave it to someone in need. Yes, things are not straightforward, what to say, but what kind of needy people will wear trousers and sweaters from Italy? I've never seen a homeless person in my life like this. Where do branded shoes go? Don’t tell me you’re selling online, I won’t survive.

Sometimes, when the opportunity comes, I meet with friends in the far end of town, in some bars I don't know. Well, that's the age. You can’t go there anymore, everyone has kids. I can’t invite you here for obvious reasons. You have to play spies. I’m ashamed to admit to the guys about my situation. To explain the reason for all this outrage is not difficult for me. But to admit that I haven’t seen my wife naked in months is the edge for me.



She always calls me to the service, hoping that I too will move on religious grounds. But the life of a believer is not for me. I, in turn, try to bring her to people more often, to return to a normal lifestyle. I remember her very well. And we all stand our ground. We do tug-of-war, no other way. But who will win this fight, the modern family or God, I don’t know. But I hope we find each other again. No matter how hard it was for both of us.